April 13 Poetry: Jane Kenyon, Let Evening Come

No time.

The computer only has 6% and I've got to go back to work this evening anyway.

But here is my poem...Seems to be about death but maybe I think that because I know that the author died of cancer...

Powerful too that "God does not leave us comfortless" the last line- is also as I head off to a reconciliation service...During lent...towards the cross...towards Easter...



Let Evening Come

Leth the light of hte late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dw collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, o the scoop
in the oats, to the air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

Kenyon, Jane. Jane Kenyon: Collected POems (Graywolf Press, St. Paul, MN 2005.)